Tonight I smashed a pizza. I fed my feelings and it felt real good to stuff piece after piece into my wide open pie hole and treat it like exactly that. Tonight I let my jaw unhinge itself and become a garbage disposal for far too much sodium and cholesterol. In fact, for a few fine moments this evening my mouth was just a giant hole in the ground where thousands of underpaid workers shoveled tons and tons and tons of bread and cheese and sauce onto a pile that not one of them was ever able to see with their natural eyes. Even now, as I lay here in this glutinous wake, just feet from where I, just moments ago, let loose the cannons of my intestines, I can still see them all feverishly shoveling scoop after scoop and hurling what was to be my momentary savior into the abyss below. Sweat pouring out from underneath their wide brimmed hats, down to their brows and further into their soaked shirts and stained pants. I can still hear the abrasive sound of their shovels striking into the cheese and the pepperoni. I can still smell the steaming heap as it just laid there waiting, ever so patiently, to end up in my belly. Oh the food. Oh the agony. Oh the feelings...